The man who had hurt her was drinking tea in the lobby downstairs.
Although she was curious, how did she know? She wondered why it was so late. Zeng Zhaorong wasn't sleeping yet, but drinking tea.
Although I was puzzled, in the end, I still walked downstairs.
At this moment, the hall was empty. It was not as lively as when we first came in.
All that was left was a quiet atmosphere. He scanned the surroundings.
Sure enough, he saw a man near the window of the hall. man looked about twenty-eight years old.
His slightly handsome appearance, coupled with his bronze skin, gave off a feeling of sunshine and vitality.
His simple and elegant hair style gave him a particularly streamlined and capable feeling.
From the looks of it, one could tell that he was a smart and capable master.
Howe
